The Poetic Voyage - Poetry Of Life's Journey

Along with the stormy breeze, That swept away the land's, ease, Dragging down the giant trees, In my castle, I only sneezed. Looking through the window glass, That stood among the attic walls, The wind made the surrounding dance, While she crawled to lie on the grass. Trying hard to crawl off an iron box, She begged for help from all the rocks, Watching the people turn away and pass, Until that soul so soft, carried her on to the grass. Voices ranging from the floor below, Grumbling about the dirt in the meadow, Maybe because, about her they didn't know, Or maybe there was no interest to show. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

Oh, that terrible psycho, She'll make your mind blow, I think she got my right toe, Oh no no no, just let me go. No not my sister's stylo, Can you even write though? I feel that you might owe, My sister a brand new stylo. Stop spinning around like a gyro, Oh, please spare the walls yo, No, you can't have my coat, You better know this is my home. Just look at what you've done yo, You act as if you are my foe, Just let go off the pie dough, Go stand outside, out of my door. Such a mess you are yo, I hate you from head to toe, I will never let you come pass the door, You are forbidden forever and more. Looking up, around and below, I saw the ink that she have thrown, It looked as if the stars that glow, In the night sky hidden in my home. I felt so low, so here I go, I saw her seated at my door, So quiet and innocent as a doe, Looking at her my heart tore. I went close to her so slow, She looked at me, I saw her woe, I sai...

Days gone by, Are like jets that fly, Memories stored in, Are like movies we played in. Have we ever thought then, What we think now, Have we ever thought life, Was turning around. I loved you when, You never noticed me, I pleaded then, You never spared me. You yelled at me, When I cried, I said I'll stop, And I really tried. Life went on, I couldn't stop crying, But I continued trying, I wish you knew that time was flying. I see you now, Kicked out of your house, Lying on the wet streets, Where I used to be. It's not your fault, My dearest son, It was mine, That your son carries now. Examples we showed, The results we got, I wish I could, Have saved us all. I'm sorry my son, I shout out loud, With regrets in my heart, I realize what I've done, But I can't help you now, Cause I'm long gone. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

Like a diamond, Hidden in the black rocks, Hides the talent, In a man made dumb. Like a pearl, Hidden in an Oyster, Formed by dust, Is the human life, Just let to rust. Like a fire place, In a cold winter evening lit in a house, Is the burning love, In the human heart. Like a wild fire, That burns the woods, Is the hunger, Of a man who is let to starve. Can we own a Diamond, If we never cracked the rocks, Can we own a pearl, If not for the useless dust. Can there be fire in winter, If it's not lit up, Why should we blow the wild fire, If we never cared about the woods. Where are we heading, No body knows, What shall we do, No body cares, Can we make a way out, Will we ever find the hidden us. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-